Running out of time our whole fucking lives and failure is our legacy I'll lose my mind if I hear another line about the way it has to be With no control or no remorse I can't tell which is worse So tell me so tell me Or sing me another lie - "everything will turn out fine" To get me back to sleep We're not ready for the crash Last rites have been spoken And the eulogy written There's nothing left except the ceremony With no candles to burn Ano one to mourn for The weak who inherit What's left of this world And the worst is yet to come Sooner than you think